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Rain drummed a mournful rhythm against the rusted fire escape, mirroring the heavy silence in John’s cramped apartment. The city’s distant hum felt alien here, amidst secondhand furniture and fading art. you stood with arms crossed, a fortress against the tension. John lingered by the window, back turned, hands deep in fraying jeans. When he finally spoke, his voice was unnervingly calm. “Didn’t mean it like what?” he asked, turning to reveal eyes shadowed by exhaustion. “You know what,” you whispered. “No. I don’t,” John countered, his patience thinning. “Say it.” She hesitated, then admitted, “This… us—it’s just gotten hard.” John laughed, a short, humorless sound. “Hard? Code for tired of paying dinner? Or pretending this crumbling place is ‘cozy…